Page 83 of Raine
“Excuse me,” I retort, exacerbated.
“Now.”
“Fuck you,” I seethe, and his lips hook up at the sides.
“You want to call me Gabriel, end this all now?”
My insides stutter, my throat closing at the thought of saying his name and potentially watching him walk away from me, leaving me alone like everyone else. I’m at war with myself, the defiance sitting pretty like an entitled princess, but the little girl inside, the needy part of me, scratches at my bloodied organs, demanding I keep my mouth shut.
“Knees, now,” he demands, and I scowl at him, but it only makes his hard jaw more prominent as he grins at me like the cat caught the canary.
But his eyes… they promise so much in their twinkling depths that I drop to the hardwood floor and wince when my knees hit the timber deck.
He spreads his legs wide, his jean clad thighs flexing with the movement, and I look from his bulge to his face, anticipating his next words. The anger and urge to protect myself slowly bleed away and are replaced by lechery and need.
“Take my cock out like a good girl,” he demands, lifting his ass so I can do as he says.
I reach forward with inept fingers and flick the button on his jeans, sliding them down his ass until his cock pops free from its confinement.
My tongue darts out, and I lick my bottom lip, drawing it into my mouth to bite. Gabe has a big dick, like, nine inches or more, but his girth, fuck, it’d make any girl swallow her tongue to be able to ride the monstrosity it is.
There’s a small patch of pubic hair just above, perfectly shaped and manscaped; the vein running along his shaft makes me want to place the flat of my tongue on it and trace it until I reach the head. Sitting back on my hands, I fight the urge to touch him.
“Good. Now fist your hand around my cock and wrap those pretty lips around my head. Show Daddy how much you love his cock.”
I oblige, but instead of following his order, I deviate, running my tongue along the pulsing vein up to his head, then I wrap my hand around his dick.
He hisses, grabs a fist full of my hair and rears my head back so I’m forced to look at him. “Did I tell you to do that?”
I shake my head as much as I can with his hand holding me still. “Bad girl,” he admonishes, and my pussy flutters.
Gabe brings my head back to his cock, and I open my mouth not needing to be asked. My lips wrap around his velvety length, and I moan until he pushes me down and holding my head, causing me to gag.
“Bad girls get punished, baby,” he growls before releasing my head and doing it again.
The fucked thing is that Gabe is wrong. This isn’t punishment, this is fucking pain on a pleasure wheel that I’ll ride to the end. Each time he thrusts up into my mouth and pushes my head down until I gag, my pussy weeps, clenching and spasming with the need of his cock impaling me.
The sounds of me choking, Gabe’s blissful moans, and the beating of my heart thumps in my head to form a carousel of fuckery that I want to circle around forever.
“Fucking hell, your hot mouth is going to make me cum down that pretty throat of yours.”
I hum in approval, and he groans. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Sweet Girl? But you’re being punished, so maybe I won’t give you my cum. Maybe I’ll make you sit back and watch me jerk myself until I cum all over my hand, your big beautiful eyes watching in rapture and want.”
I glare up at him with all the sass and anger I can, but he only chuckles down at me. “You want my cum, baby?”
I nod as much as I can with his dick in my mouth.
“Show me, show me how much you want to taste Daddy’s cum, baby.”
Determination settles in my core, the heat flooding my insides and egging me on. I move my fist up and down his shaft, taking his length in my mouth as much as I can while my eyes stay on his.
His face is tense, his jaw clenched, but I can tell it’s from pleasure, and he’s holding back on giving me what I want. I pick up the pace, and he hisses, his hips thrusting forward as he does.
“Fuck me, baby; you are the epitome of a wet dream on your knees right now, my wet dream, and that silky hot mouth is going to take all of Daddy’s cum, isn’t it?”
I hum, and he smirks down at me, grabbing my head and fucking my face like it’s the only way he’ll ever be able to draw his next breath.
I’m choking, my pussy is dripping, and I fumble with my sleep pants to stick my hand down there, my eyes pinned to Gabe’s.
